“Your cock is bigger than it was in any of my dreams, so big, so hard. Oh good Aunt,” I groaned as my cock throbbed in her palm, “It feels reall... good”. She looked at me and kept stroking it for a little longer, then turning her eyes from my face, slid her hand all the way down my throbbing shaft and brought her mouth over it.She pushed her head forward, gagging slightly as it nudged the back of her throat and I gasped with pleasure and reached down to grip her hair as I thrust my hips gently. He was pleased with himself for being so smart.***When Rob picked up Terri from work, at 5pm sharp, as promised, he felt upset about where they were going. But he had promised her, so there was nothing he could do now. They arrived, came in, and sat down on the couch.That idiot Jake carried in dishes of snacks and a pitcher of iced tea, then started to pour them all glasses of it, like he was a waiter or something. That Melinda sure had him wrapped around her little finger. Humph! Not like a. Returning, he handed me another beer as he sat next to me on the couch. Looking at me closely, he asked if was ok. "Sure" I mumbled, not wanting to look like a light-weight, I took another sip of the beer. As I turned to set it on the side table, Dave reached over and slid his hands into the gap in my boxers. I froze, not expecting this, nor knowing what to do. Grabbing my cock, he started slowing working his hand up and down. I was getting hard, regardless of what my mind was thinking.Dave. Dakota always anticipates my needs and does a great job taking care of me. As the afternoon rolled around the DJ showed up. Amy showed him where he was to set up outside. He just kept saying that the house was larger than most clubs that he worked in. That made me feel good.I met with the DJ and chatted with him about his music selection. He had everything worked out. I called Dakota, Diane, and John over to look over the list of music to make sure we were going to be a hit with music. I.